THERE is, after Herodotus, little i by the Western world towards the desert for hundreds of years. From B.C. to the beginning of the tweh tury there is aing of eyes. Silehe eenth tury was an age of river seekers.
And then ihere is a sweet postscript history on this pocket of earth, made mostly by privately funded expeditions and followed by modest lectures given at the Geographical Society in London at Kensington Gore. These lectures are given by sunburned, exhausted men who, like rad’s sailors, are not too fortable with the etiquette of taxis, the quick, flat wit of bus ductors.
Wheravel by local trains from the suburbs towards Knightsbridge on their way to Society meetings, they are often lost, tickets misplaced, ging only to their old maps and carrying their lecture notes—which were sloainfully written—in their ever present knapsacks which will always be a part of their bodies. These men of all nations travel at that early evening hour, six o’cl……（内容加载失败！）
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